"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

"Say my name," Harry said, his hands groping my butt and pushing me against the wall. "Say it." "H-Harry." I whined, and he abruptly pushed his pelvis against me, pinning me to the wall and pulling his head back to look at me. "That's not my name." He growled. His eyes were full of lust and his breathing was heavy on my cheeks. "Daddy." _____________________________________________ This is NOT a l*rry fanfic _____________________________________________ #1 in Fanfiction - 05/20/17 #2 in harrystylesau - 04/28/23 #25 in harrystyles - 01/13/20 #32 in sugardaddy - 01/03/21 #101 in styles - 04/28/23 #171 in onedirection - 05/26/20

*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2. Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo. "Something can be both delicate and violent" *** Harry lowers his eyes at me as he backs me up against the wall, the red lighting only making him look more menacing "You wanted the bad guy Abby? Wanted the villain?" My heart his running a hundred mile an hour when my breathing hitches in my throat as his hand comes up to wrap his long fingers tight around my jaw forcing me to look him in the eye. "Well now you've got him" He leans his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a low warning murmur that has my stomach hitting the floor. "...Run little mouse" *** BOOK STARTED JULY 1 2019 COMPLETED JULY 2021

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

[ΟΛΟΚΛΗΡΩΜΈΝΗ] Άγνωστος αριθμός- Θα έρθεις επιτέλους. Σε περιμένω εδώ και μια ώρα. Εγω- Κάποιο λάθος θα κάνεις. (Είναι το δεύτερο βιβλίο μου, το οποίο έχει γραφτεί πριν από τέσσερα χρόνια. Είναι ελάχιστα απαίσιο στην αρχή, μετά γίνεται λίγο καλύτερο. Don't judge me. Αν θέλετε δείτε και τα άλλα μου βιβλία, είναι πολύ καλύτερα) Cover by me #1 in Fanfiction #1 in LouisTomlinson ©2017 Maria Tsiokani

when 17 year old harley moves to los angeles, the city of dreams, she doesnt expect to meet the love of her life, a 27 year old grown man.

"Σε παρακολουθούσα για αρκετό καιρό,μωρό μου"ψιθύρισε απειλητικά στο αφτί μου. "Γιατί μου το κάνεις αυτό;"είπα με μια τσιριχτή φωνή,κερδίζοντας ένα ειρωνικό γέλιο από αυτόν. "Επειδή"είπε, μετακινώντας τα χέρια του από τον τοίχο πάνω απ'το κεφάλι μου , κάτω στο σώμα μου και τα στήριξε χαμηλά στη μέση μου "Μπορώ" ΠΡΟΣΟΧΗ : Περιέχει σεξουαλικό περιεχόμενο και ώριμη γλώσσα, διαβάστε με δική σας ευθύνη !

Και μου μιλούσε. Έλεγε, έλεγε, ούτε που θυμάμαι τι, δεν πρόσεχα τι έλεγε. Τον χάζευα, μέχρι που τον διέκοψα. "Σε αγαπάω να το ξέρεις." του είπα και χαμογέλασε. Don't Copy My Story✔